Title: HOT NIGHT'S IN MOROCCO
Author: Catherine Wiltcher
Pub. Date: November 18, 2019
Publisher: Entangled Publishing LLC (Scorched)
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 236
I just started my dream job. Too bad it comes with movie mogul Jake Dalton who’s equal parts sexy and arrogant ass. He's also a man who comes with a thousand warning signs. Good thing I have zero interest in complicating my life.
But while stuck on set in one of the most exotic places in the world, the desert heat isn’t the only thing making me sweat. The more time we spend together, the harder it is to deny the chemistry sizzling between us.
When we finally give in…the sex is off the charts. But Jake has too many secrets, and combined with my past, trust is impossible. This craziness is temporary, right?
EXCERPT
Without warning he takes a sharp right, and my hand splays out against the passenger door to steady myself. The man drives like a maniac, but he’s all precision and control. I steal another glance at him. His perfect jaw is rigid and his disheveled hair is so black it’s almost silk-like in appearance. In contrast, the knuckles gripping the steering wheel are ghostly white.
“So, where’s the first location, then?” I ask him carefully.
“West. Sahara.” He’s speaking through gritted teeth.
“Are we filming today? I thought the shoot doesn’t start for another—?”
“It doesn’t.”
There’s a pause. “What’s with the accent?” I ask.
“What’s with the questions?”
“We’re both adults. It’s kind of what we do. You and your brother sound more British than American. Max said something about your mother being—”
“Oxford,” interrupts Jake, giving me nothing more than that.
“University? What did you read?”
“Books.”
“Very droll,” I say, gazing out of the window again. “Of the closed variety, perchance?”
There’s another pause. “What about you?”
“Huh?” I whip my head round in surprise.
“What did you study, besides how to irritate the crap out of people?”
“English literature,” I say, caught off guard.
His lips curl into a scornful smile. “But of course you did.”
“Little Women,” I declare with a huff.
He frowns, his dark brows creasing into that now-familiar warning sign. “Why the fuck are you slinging book titles at me?”
I consider him for a moment. “You swear a lot, don’t you? Hmm. I read somewhere that swearing is a sign of more intelligence, not less. I guess there are always exceptions to the rule.”
“Book title,” he says coldly. “Why?”
“I was pre-empting your next question. You heard what my major was and you assumed Pride and Prejudice groupie. I hate to refute the old cliché, Mr. Dalton, but not all female English literature students are lured to their lectures by Mr. Darcy.”
“Is that so?” He sounds amused suddenly. “And here I was thinking all women were attracted to arrogance and indifference.”
To men like you, you mean…
“Not this one,” I say firmly, crossing my arms. “I like books. I have a very dedicated seven-books-a-week habit. And you never told me what you studied.”
“Why books?”
I like to lose myself in someone else’s pain. It makes mine easier to bear.
I wave a hand at him. “Why not?”
“A belligerent bibliophile. How charming.”
“A procrastinating producer. Aren’t I the lucky one?”
“If you’re that desperate to know, I suggest you try Google.”
“I couldn’t possibly spare the time,” I say, smiling sweetly at him again. “I’ve just started a new job, you see. Something tells me I’m going to be very busy.”
About Catherine:
Catherine Wiltcher is a romance author, mum-of-two, former TV producer and self-confessed alpha addict. Her writing is best described as sinfully sexy, and her characters always fall hard and deep.
For book and blog updates please visit www.catherinewiltcher.com
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